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[color=dodgerblue]"Oh... uh..."[/color] Eve stopped when the woman referred to her by name. How did she know her name? Eve certainly didn't remember hers if they had met before... wait, they have met before, right? Oh Christ, she's never met this woman, has she? How did this woman know her name if they've never met? Maybe she worked in the government? That'd explain it somehow, if it did, but if that's the case, why not meet her at her house? How'd she know that Eve was gonna be here?

Eve took a moment to calm down and sigh. She was asking way too many questions. If push came to shove, she knew she could get out of there in a jiffy. It'd probably ruin her identity, but hey, it might not. When the suited woman finally passed her, though, that was a little annoying. Reluctantly, Eve followed behind, her claws scraping against the pavement. It wasn't very comfortable, but it wasn't too bad as long as she sat down later.

[color=dodgerblue]"So... uh... excuse me if I'm forgetting, but who are you?"[/color]